All language subtitles for The First Team s01e05 Pints Of SorryK.eng

Not the result he would have wanted
to sign off with,

but now it's time to celebrate
the wonderful career

of a man who has changed football
in this country for ever.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please show your appreciation

for the greatest manager
in this club's proud history.

Our manager,

the Gent from Genoa,

or, as we simply know him
round these parts.

Cesare!

Nessun Dorma by Giacomo Puccini.

I want to say just one thing
to you tonight.

To the team management,

to the players,

and of course the fans.

Fuck you!

You cunts!

Fuck you! And fuck you!

Fuck you! And fuck you all!

Ungrateful son of a bitch!

You cunts!

And you cunts! And you cunts!
And all of you cunts!

Fuck you! And fuck this place!

Andatevene a fanculo!

Not exactly what I was expecting.

Maybe it means something different
in Italian.

Aguero!

Wow. What a night!

I mean, that was...

That was crazy!

See those customers crying?

And Cesare

I mean, what a guy.

Still...

Never see him again, so fuck him,
am I right?

Oh, God, look at these faces.

It's like a bunch of glummy bears.

Hey! Bozos!

The future of this club starts now.

Yes. I've already spoken with a
number of world-class managers

about taking over.

Oh, now I've got the attention
of the Frenchies.

Unfortunately, the majority of
them felt that

I treated Cesare so badly
by sacking him mid-season

that they "wouldn't dream
of working here" end quote.

So, where does that leave us?

I think it's common knowledge

that the club finances are
suboptimal at the moment.

So, I've decided to promote
from within.

Someone who is definitely
a cheaper option

but also may be the right one.

I am delighted to announce the new
caretaker manager of the club is

Chris Booth.

Yeah. Chris, all yours, buddy.

Don't screw things up
or I'll sack you too.

Ha! Thanks, Mr Crane.

Mr Chairman. Yeah.

Ahhh...

Well, first and foremost, guys, I'd
just like to say

this is an honour...

Motherfuckers!

It's an honour to serve this club
as we start this next chapter.

I honestly think

that we have one of the...
Fucking Chris! Chris Booth!

Chris! We're all emotional, yeah,
about Cesare leaving.

I get it, yeah?

So I'm... I'm going to try

a few new ideas in training...

For fuck's sake! Actually, does
someone want to

go and check on Petey?

No?

No? Sure. OK, anyway... That twat!

So... Ah, the big thing is
that I've arranged

I've...

He's stopped. Right. So what
I've arranged...

Great. So, I've arranged something
a little bit special.

Yes, Pascal?

Is it some prostitutes?

No. Not that.

So, I've managed to get
a top sports psychologist

to come and work with us here,

and booked appointments for all
squad members

over the next few weeks.

Yes, Benji? Boss. Grrr! Benji...

Yes, this goes for all of
you, actually.

Although I am "the boss"...
still Chris.

OK, then, boss.

Chris... Go on. Yeah, go on.

Why do I have to see a shrink?

The only thing crazy about me
is my skills!

And the fact that you still
live with your mum.

Well...

Actually... could someone check
on Petey?

Arggh! Chris fucking Booth!

Boothie's all right. He's soft but
he's all right.

He might even play us more.

I think we need to be careful.
The club's a shitshow.

My opinion, we're better off staying
out of the firing line for now.

What, you don't want to get
picked? Oh, sure.

We all want to play football, mate
that's an important aspect

of our careers. Hate to break it
to you,

but we're professional footballers. Playing
football is the only aspect of our careers.

What about your brand?
I don't have a brand.

Bro, everyone needs a brand
these days.

Yours could be
the Born-Again Virgin brand.

Born-Again Virgin Airlines.
Born-Again Virgin Trains.

I'm more than a footballer, and I'm
making sure the people know that.

By sitting on the bench tweeting?

I ain't doing that. I got someone to
do it for me. Social media manager.

He's going to blow up my followers,

then we're launching
the Benji-brand goods.

"Everything for the man
who still lives with his mum."

Oh, shit. I'm late. For what?

Pointless talk with
the psychologist.

Now, it will be tough,
but do remember,

you really just have to stop
the ball, OK,

ever - and I do mean ever -
going past you.

Yeah? Good luck.

Jack Turner.

Can I just say, there is nothing
more exciting for us fans

than seeing talent from the academy
break into the first team.

Cheers. You're a fan?

Certainly am. Now, I'll just get you
to sign this.

Is this a test?

It can be. Yeah.

Make that out to Graham
and we'll see how you get on.

That's your name.
Could be anyone's name.

It... It is my name. Yes, yeah.

Oh...

Oh... That's great.
Right, cheers. Is that it?

Oh, no. Um, let's talk about the
tremendous pressure you're under.

What? The fans here
are so close to the pitch

you must be able to hear every
comment about your performance.

To be fair, I can actually, yeah.

Yeah, and as the future of
this team,

I mean, these people's hopes and
dreams for possibly years to come

will be resting on your shoulders.

Yeah... How you perform

fundamentally affects
so many people's lives.

Can I have a glass of water, please?

Mm. Mm.

But it's not just their lives,
is it?

It's the lives of people around them
as well.

How you play on a Saturday
determines whether they go home,

you know, happy, or whether they go
home, scream at the kids,

throw the dinner on the floor and
kick the dog.

It's incredible pressure.

They kick their dogs?

Well, if you lose, I'm sure they
do, yeah.

In fact, I'm certain of it.

Yeah, got the ball rolling
already, actually.

Um, a few retweets
of interesting articles.

Liking a few other tweets. Just to
give people an idea of the brand,

you know, gain new followers and
so forth.

OK. I like it. Yeah, it's coming
along nicely.

Oh! One of the retweets actually
got 150 further retweets,

which is good, and precisely
the plan, as discussed.

That's the most I've ever had.
Let me see.

Is this it?

Cos the thing you tweeted is an
article about how the Earth is flat.

Yes. Yeah, that's what it is.

Yeah, controversial ideas
have a high engagement rate,

so it's a good way to get started.

But won't people think
that I think the Earth is flat?

Maybe. But retweets
aren't endorsements.

What does that mean?
Look, it's catching on.

Already up to 200.

But the Earth isn't flat, though, is
it? It's round.

Why can we see the horizon,
then? Hm?

Why doesn't it just drop away?

Oh, 250.

250's a good number!

Welcome to my world

of being a top professional social
media marketing assistant executive.

What's happening? Petey's doing a
press conference.

Hang on... Didn't you know?

Yes, of course I knew.

Olivia, press conference.

Yep.

Maybe he's going to retire.

Oh, God, I've never wanted
anything more.

Hello. Thanks to everyone
for coming.

Can all you fat twats at the back
squeeze in?

All right, so... I'm just here
to announce

that I am very happy with
Chris Booth

being made caretaker manager of
this club.

He's absolutely the right choice
as an interim manager

and I'm backing him 120%
while he's in the job.

I'll take a few questions.

Yes? Petey, you're known as
the unofficial leader of the team.

Is that going to change
now that Chris is in charge?

People respect me and Chris
in different ways.

They're scared of my power
and ability,

whereas it's not as obvious
that people respect him,

because mostly they take the piss
behind his back.

Let me be clear, though.

The job could have gone to either of
us, and if it had gone to me,

as many say it should have, I have
no doubt

that Chris would support me... as
the better player

with a better record and more of a
footballing brain. Yes?

Petey, how did you feel when you
heard Chris was the manager?

Happy.

No, seriously. Happy.

Like, with a smile. Happy like that.

You're shaking your head.
You think maybe I thought,

"That's mental. I'm the clear
choice. I fucking deserve this"?

Then chucked my phone against
the wall

before smashing out a set of heavy
bench press, or something?

No, mate. Happy. Yes?

He don't seem happy.

So, he didn't scare you, then?

Scare me? Why would a
sports psychologist scare me?

We spoke to them all the time in
the US.

No, it was the standard shit about
what I want,

how I'm going to achieve it.

Did you have to mention
being a born-again virgin?

I didn't, because it's not a thing.

Shut up, Virgin van Dick.

Oh, shit, here he comes.

New manager's first team sheet.

OK, sorry to keep you all
in suspense.

We'll do the team in a moment.

Firstly, Petey, could I just
have a quick word in private?

No. Sorry?

No, you can't.

But I need to talk to you.

No. OK. Well, then, I'll have to
tell you here...

La-la-la-la-la-la. Not listening!

That although I'm dropping you
for this match,

I'm happy to bend the truth
and say that you're injured.

You'll be injured, mate!
I'll break your fucking nose!

Yeah, I didn't expect you
to be happy, but...

Fuck off, you prick-face!

I've slammed that!

OK. Right, here's the team.

Jack, you're in.

And because Petey is "injured",
we're going to drop a centre back,

switch in a right back, so

Mattie gets his first start.
Well done, Mattie!

Hey! Well done, boys!

This is amazing!

We're under tremendous pressure.

New dawn. New manager. Cup game.

Don't get better than this. Come on!

I might not have been picked
but I'm having a great day too.

Getting way more likes than before.

Oh, well done. You've achieved
something of no value.

You know when we play tonight,

there's going to be loads of people
looking at us?

That is honestly the only reason
we are playing.

Yeah, but what will they think? Are
they going to be judging everything we do?

Yes, of course they will. You know
that. That's what football is, mate.

What if their dinner's
ruined, though?

Right, get out there,

my brilliant boys!

Listen, I'll get Brian
to tweet a good-luck GIF.

But also... good luck.

Oh

I need a piss.

Come on, Jack. You got this.

What if they kick the dog, boss?

Chris. Come on!

Wah! All right, Mattie?

You got your boots on.

Play shit, or I will kill you...

But if I'm shit, we might lose.

Play shit, or you are dead.

And I mean dead. Not just "playing
with the Under-21s" career dead.

Actually dead.

But... the team...

You're in my place.

It's mine.

Have a great game.

By which I mean... a shit game.

3-0 the final
score. Out of the cup.

And that's an inauspicious start

to caretaker manager
Chris Booth's reign.

Well done. Perfect.

Better than perfect.

Oh... OK.

Well, lots of positives to take
from that.

If you ignore the fact you just lost
3-0 to a team of postmen.

Give us a minute, Petey.

Obviously, that wasn't the result
we were looking for,

but I saw plenty to be encouraged
by out there.

Was it Mattie's first or second own
goal that was most encouraging?

Please, Petey

Rome wasn't built in a day.

Right? From tiny shoots grow
mighty oaks.

Inspirational stuff.

You can get a job at Clintons Cards
after they sack you.

Agh...

You OK, bud?

I'm... so sorry.

You put your faith in me for your
first game,

and I completely let you down.

Hey... So we got knocked out
of the cup

by a team three divisions below us,

you scored two own goals

and I'm an embarrassment.

Yeah, the wife won't let me near her
tonight, that's for sure!

Dear... Sorry. No, no, no.

No, what I'm saying is that
tonight's no different

to any other night, really.

Nothing's really changed.

We lost, but you're still a
great player

and I still sleep in the spare room,
so keep that chin up, OK?

Well, that sucked!

Right, listen up.

We owe those consumers out there,

and we are going to make it up
to them.

I agree. They came all this way to
watch that shitshow.

We need to apologise.

By buying them a pint.
Yes, exactly! Like...

Like metaphorically buying them
a pint.

By literally buying them a
pint. In a pub.

We're going to go to the pub
behind the west stand tomorrow

and buy any fans that show up
a pint of beer.

And I'm calling it.

"Mattie Sullivan's
Pints of Sorry Night."

Well, don't call it that.

Well, don't score
multiple own goals, then.

Imagine all the positive headlines
it'll generate.

Plus, I've never been to a pub,
so it'll be kind of fun for me.

And this is mandatory,

so I expect every single one of
you to show up.

Oh, that isn't a good idea
you've come up with, is it?

It wasn't my idea.
It sounded like your idea.

Paulo, Frankie, you're off the hook,

cos your agent seems pretty annoyed
by the whole thing.

And you too, Lee.

And Jeremy, Pascal, Davide, Luiz...

OK, hands up whose agent
has not got them out of it?

Good. Thank you, boys.

Knew I could count on you.

Give me a minute. He hasn't
replied yet.

Excuse me. Social media
marketing executive coming through!

Well done, Benji. Better not to
play in that mess.

Mattie, if you need some advice
dealing with your disaster,

I've been studying
social media my whole life.

You haven't been studying it
your whole life, have you?

I literally have.

You literally haven't.

You've not been academically
researching social media

from birth, have you?

Yes, I have.

And after a game like that, whatever
you do, don't go on social media.

Don't go online at all.
Not even to order a pizza.

Pretty sure I'll be safe to order
a pizza.

You won't be. And that's me
saying that,

as someone who's studied
social media my whole life.

OK. Well, we already established
that that's not the case.

Just block it out.

It'll be the only thing he's blocked
all night.

If it makes you feel any better,

he wasn't the only one having a
stinker out there.

Jack was shit too.

Yeah, it's not my fault.
I could hear the crowd.

You can always hear the crowd!
There's thousands of 'em.

Yeah, but what about their
poor kids?

Look, bit of professional advice.

Gratis, yeah?

I think you should stay off
the internet for... at least a week.

Listen to the man. He just got me
1,000 likes on Instagram.

Yeah? What for? A selfie?

A link for an article about how
they spray stuff from planes.

To stop the people from thinking.

If anyone should be kept off
the internet, it's him.

I'll be fine.

"If you die in your sleep, you'll be
the first player to be commemorated"

"with a minute's booing.
#Sleep tight."

7,000 likes for a death
threat. Really?

#Best fans in the world.

"What a fucking useless Yank."

"If I were you, I'd move back there
before I kick the shit out of you."

I'm not scared of keyboard warriors.

"You're scared of everything
else, mate."

Come and meet me, then. You know
where the training ground is.

"I will. I'll fucking smash you into
next week for destroying my club."

Yeah?

Well, don't forget your keyboard,
Keyboard Conan.

So I can ram it up your ass.

"Fucking homophobe."

Nothing homophobic about it.

Straight people have asses too.

"And you're talking out of yours."

You're fucking dead, man!

"Say that without crying."

"Or scoring an own goal."

Went online, yeah? Yep.

Well, I think we've still got a long
way to go but we've made a start,

and, do you know, that's amazing,

especially considering
the resistance we began with.

You tell anyone I was in here and
I'll tell the club you're a nonce.

Discretion is my middle name.

It fucking better be!

Well, as Petey was saying earlier...

Petey Brooks was in here?

Oh... Do you know,
maybe don't mention that to anyone.

Anyway, as Petey was saying,

you players sometimes feel a
little lost.

I couldn't play, I just couldn't.
Yeah. You were terrible.

I was just so worried, cos, like
you said,

what if their dinner's ruined
just because I missed a tackle?

Well, OK, I... maybe said something
sort of along those lines,

probably not exactly that.

I had your voice in my head
the whole time.

You know "Screw this up and they're
going to go home and kick the dog."

And I just... froze.

OK. Er...

Here's the thing, Jack.

Um, I really, really like this job.

Yeah? Yeah. And I suppose I

just worry that if you were
to tell Chris Booth about, you know,

what we've been talking about
and how that's affected your game

that I might not have this job
any more.

Yeah. Yeah. So...

OK, what we're going to do -
number one,

don't mention to Chris
about why your game's dropped off.

Christ, don't write it down, Jack.

Er, and then, number two

maybe go to this event at
the pub later, meet the fans.

I think you'll find that most fans
of this club, like myself,

aren't as scary as all that and
don't think badly of you at all.

What if they do? What if they
hate me?

Well, consider that exposure
therapy. OK, you're welcome.

Don't write it down!

Folks, thanks for coming.

As you know, some of
the main culprits

from our horrific loss are
here tonight.

And even though the really top
players in the club

managed to get out of attending,

I think you will find that these
guys are very apologetic.

And also, I am delighted to announce
that if you attended that game,

we will reimburse your ticket
and travelling expenses.

Yeah, and that's
upon presentation

and acceptance of officially
recognised receipts.

Payments may take
up to 90 days to process.

We reserve the right to withhold
payment for any reason.

OK, so... let's have a lovely pinta.

These are on me!

Maximum two drinks per person.
No premium spirits. Huh?

What the fuck were you thinking?

Well, as I keep saying, I am
very sorry,

and hopefully you're enjoying
the drink that we're buying you.

What are you going to drink? Oh, I
don't really drink.

Then what are you doing in a pub?

You're meant to be having a
drink with us fans.

OK. Sparkling water, please.

Oh, a proper drink with the fans.
Come on.

One pint can't make you play
any worse, can it?

Or is it you hate us so much

you won't even drink with us?

OK, OK, fine.

Er, lager, then, please. Yeah.

It's all right, this, you know.

I mean, it'd be better if some of
the good players were here, but

it's a nice little touch.
Right. Sure.

Oh, my days! Is that Petey Brooks?

Oh, no, Petey's not coming.

It's just us for another 47 minutes
or so.

It is! That's fucking
Petey Brooks, mate!

What's he doing here?

Being a legend. Here, get that
down you.

Oh, Mr Chairman!
May I shake your hand?

Nah.

You were so dozy, I couldn't believe
it. Could not believe it.

Yeah? Sorry about that.

What did you do after the game,
just out of interest?

Well, I was pissed off. It was a
long journey home,

I can tell you that. Shit,
yeah. Yeah.

Had a few beers on the train,
got back and saw the wife.

And hit her? What? No, course not.

We laughed about how many years
I've been watching you lot lose,

and then we watched Line Of Duty
and nothing seemed so bad.

Have you got a dog? Yes.

He's the light of my life
now the kids have gone. Here.

Let's get a quick selfie and then
I'll leave you alone, Jack.

Cheers.

I think this might actually be all
right, you know.

42 minutes to go.

So, the story is, there's
this geezer, right,

that was absolutely mad.

He used to boast about giving
his brother a blow job.

Who are you talking about?
Some bloke I used to play with.

Who does he play for now? He's in a
mental home now. Gentlemen

you all know Mattie Sullivan,
right? Two-goal hero.

What are you doing here?

I had a chat with the psychologist.
And this is my team,

whether I'm playing or not.

We win together and we
lose together.

Really? Yes.

And there's no better way
of getting the message out there,

like actually talking face-to-face
to the fans.

Yes, that's exactly what I think.
And my message is

that Chris Booth is shit.

Sorry? Mattie here is a good lad
who says he's sorry.

And I tell you what - I think it's
not his fault. Thank you, Petey.

It's Chris Booth's fault for
playing him. Well, I don't know...

And he said he could down a pint
quicker than anyone.

Do we want to see that?!

I don't really drink, so... Come on.

Come on, then. Jesus Christ. Fine.

Get it down.

Mattie! Mattie!
Mattie! Mattie! Mattie!

I was just saying that Chris doesn't
know what he's doing,

and Mattie agrees.

Mattie knows he wasn't ready
for that game.

He knows Chris is useless.

Oh, nearly finished.

Listen, guys, Chris is...

Out of his depth. I agree.
No, he's...

Going to get us relegated.
That is also possible.

Is he really that bad, mate?
No, just let me finish.

My playing career, if I keep getting
coached by Chris Booth

Mattie, you're so right. Sad.

Told you! We're fucked!

Look, cheers for your honesty,
yeah, Matt?

Bright boy, that one. Went to
university,

and is a born-again virgin. Hm.

Thanks for the support, man.

And don't forget to follow me on
Twitter and Insta. I already do.

Yeah, to be totally frank, I don't
really like football,

but I heard you were here and I had
to meet you.

We just agree on so much.

You know, we really speak the same
language online,

if you understand me. So, you're
just a fan of my social media,

not even the football? Yeah.
I'd love you to look at my blog.

We could really use someone like you
on board.

Oh, a celebrity.

A not-white celebrity.

Yeah, please, check out the page.

Huh? What the fuck is this?

Oh, yeah. These guys. Yeah, they've
had a few problems.

Some sort of a link between them
and white supremacy groups.

They're fucking what? Oh, they're
not violent themselves.

It's more of a philosophical thing.

What the fuck? Where is that piece
of shit?

Oh, we have a bigger issue.
What, than a Nazi in the pub?

Oh, we call them alt-right now.
It's less offensive.

Because you're worried
about the Nazis' feelings?

The likes have dried up.

A pub full of losers saying sorry -
it's not a great brand.

You're still playing this?

Put 300 quid in this.
It's going to pay out soon.

Petey is stirring up shit. He's
trying to get the fans

to turn on Chris Booth. Hey,
the fans are all right, I think.

So, one of my fans is a
fucking Nazi.

What? Brian's been getting me likes
for all sorts of weird stuff.

Now this bloke thinks I'm Britain's
only black member of the alt-right.

And you're not? Course I'm not!

I've got over 7,000 likes this week.

They can't all be fascists,
can they?

Your social media is entirely
conspiracy theories

and right-wing propaganda.

Exactly! Something for everyone.

Probably time to let Brian go,
isn't it?

I'm going to have to talk to him.

I don't think only appealing to
Nazis is a good brand.

Worked for Hitler.

Bro, coming to this pub
was a terrible idea of yours.

It's been rough, yeah,
but, trust me, after last night

I'm certain it's better to meet
the fans face-to-face.

Then you can tell if they're Nazis
or not.

For one. All right, lads, cheer up.

The team's shit but at least
the chairman's buying the drinks!

I'm joking. Thanks for coming to see
us. Takes balls.

Well, I wanted to apologise in
person for the other night.

Don't worry about it. Could have
happened to anyone.

Especially on their debut.
I'd have been shitting myself.

Ha. Thanks. See? Told you the fans
are all right.

Mattie, what are you drinking, mate?

Er...

OK. Yeah. Can't hurt.

I'll have another pint of lager.

Lovely. Two Stella, please.

Oh, shut up! Of course it matters
more to me than it does to you!

I've sacrificed so much for my
career that I'm a born-again virgin.

That's how much I fucking care!

Yes, Stella, please, Steve.

Yeah, but you need to understand
that we pay your wages.

That's absolute bullshit!

What? The club pays my wages,
not you. It's on my payslip.

And if you mean you bought a
season ticket,

then you need to know that
season-ticket money

amounts to almost nothing compared
to the TV rights money.

So, unless you own either this club
or Sky Sports,

you don't pay my wages!

Trouble with you -
no fucking bottle.

Know all about the money,
nothing about the bottle.

Right. And I suppose you do?

Fucking right I do! Didn't bottle it
when that street lamp fell on me.

What? What?

Lamp in the street. Big one.

Street lamp. Fell on me.

Didn't bottle it.

How can you bottle it? It's a lamp.

The only way you could have bottled
it would be if the street lamp

had threatened to fall on you
and you ran away.

And if I were you, I wouldn't go
around telling people

about the chats you've had with
various types of outdoor lighting!

What about this, then?

Oh, God!

OK, everyone! It's been a
great night,

but it is time for us to leave now -
admittedly, four minutes early.

Come on. Wait, wait.

The troll who kept me up all night
said he had a hole in his head.

I... I thought it was an expression.

I'm sure it is somewhere. Come on.

You're the prick who's been
taunting me, aren't you?

You're Holehead. Yeah. I am. And
what of it?

What of it? I haven't slept for
two days.

Well, you're a fucking baby, then!

I stand by it. You're shit, mate.

You would think that, cos you've got
a serious brain injury, haven't you?

Yeah, I have.

It wasn't a compliment, you fucking
idiot! I'm saying you're stupid!

I said I could do you the other
night. You keep talking, and I will.

OK, fine. Come on, then!

Go on, Holehead!

Mattie, what the fuck?

Get him off me! He's got
superhuman strength!

OK, that's enough. Pub's shut.

No, it isn't. Stop taking
videos, please.

Hey, come on. Pack that in now.

Fuck's sake... Help!

Brian, what are
you doing? Livestream.

My mate's in trouble here.
Don't share that.

This looks like it's going to be
your most viewed post ever.

We're on thousands already.

Who pays your wages, eh?

All right. One more minute.

I'm going to fuck you
up! Olivia!

You don't like it, do you? Olivia!

Olivia, this is great, right?

We're in the entertainment business.
This is entertaining.

Listen, yeah? He attacked a fan.
That's not on.

But also, you've got to admire his
fighting spirit.

This club needs more of that!

I've had tougher fights.

Street lamp, for one. But he's all
right, that kid. He's got bottle.

Yeah, great night.

Great to have Benji Achebe
as an ally.

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